Fletcher''s gaze sharpened a touch more than usual.


    It was surprising that Stuart was upset over how he addressed Morwenna.


    After all, regardless of the affectionate names they would use for Adide, Stuart never seemed to


    care.


    Testing the waters, Fletcher asked, “Stuart, have you fallen for Morwenna?”


    Stuart scoffed, “Do you think that’s possible? The day I give my life away to someone—that’s the


    day I might fall in love. But that’s never going to happen.”


    Fletcher knew it too.


    For Stuart to believe in love, he would need to trust someone with his life.


    Was that possible? Absolutely not!


    Thinking of Morwenna’s sincere and naive demeanor, and recalling how he once taught Stuart the


    tricks to win a woman’s heart, Fletcher felt like pping himself.


    Even if Morwenna was the only thing calming his storms, there should have been a kinder


    approach.


    She shouldn’t have been dragged into this abyss.


    In the midst of their conversation, Stuart took off his shirt, revealing the scars and fresh wounds on


    his back.


    Fletcher, looking at the mangled skin, remarked, “The wounds are inmed, even festering. All the


    healing fromst week was for nothing, Stuart. You’ll keep getting fevers till the inmmation


    subsides.”


    Stuart was indifferent, “It’s not like it’ll kill me. No big deal.”


    Fletcher cleaned and disinfected Stuart’s wounds again, doing a far neater job than Morwenna did.


    Once done, Fletcher called out, “Morwenna, you cane in now.”


    No response came from the door, nor did anyone enter.


    Confused, Fletcher walked over and opened the door, only to find Morwenna was gone.


    He turned to Stuart, “She seems to have left.”


    Stuart’s expression darkened.


    Fletcher hadn’t expected Morwenna to just walk away. Somewhat uneasy, he suggested, “Maybe


    you should give her a call.”


    Stuart’s mood grew even more somber. “I don’t have her number.”


    Ever since Morwenna had asked him for his phone number and he mocked her, she never asked


    again, and he was too proud to ask for hers.


    Fletcher, realizing why Stuart looked so icy thest time Morwenna called him, remarked, “You’ve


    been married this long and don’t have each other’s numbers? That’s just so Stuart…”


    Taking out his phone, Fletcher said, “I’ll call her and see where she is.”


    All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.


    At that moment, Fletcher thought Stuart might want to kill him…


    It wasn’t about showing off; he genuinely needed Morwenna’s help with something else.


    The room felt colder than ever.


    Just then, a melodic voice called from the door, “What are you guys up to? Are Stuart’s wounds


    taken care of? I got us some dinner; it’ste, you must be starving.”


    The frosty atmosphere warmed instantly.


    Turns out Morwenna hadn’t left; she had just gone to get dinner.


    Setting down the food, Morwenna approached Stuart.


    She instinctively reached out to touch his forehead, but hesitated and withdrew her hand, asking,


    “Has your fever gone down?”


    Stuart’s eyes dimmed slightly, “Not yet.”


    Morwenna’s concerned eyes quickly turned to Fletcher.


    Fletcher hurriedly exined, “Morwenna, it’s just an infection from the wound, nothing serious. I’ve


    just dressed it again. He’ll keep getting fevers until the inmmation subsides, but it’s nothing to


    worry about. Pills might not do much; I suggest an IV.”